Sandra started by somecorner time with pam facing the wall with its hands over its head. Then pam "encouraged"Miss. Sandra to move towards more severe...punishments like caning pam's handsand pam's soles too. Miss. Sandra served to discipline pam a lot and stillserves to discipline it. The slave soul inside pam is content because it hasMiss. Sandra in its life. Oh diary? Master walked andstood behind the filthy piece of shit and had a look on what the slave is writingand didn't like it very much.. ." Well, why not?" he said. "Although I admit I wouldn't have guessed."Sandra just shrugged."What do your folks do?" Emily asked Richard.Richard hesitated slightly. Her dad is Clark Rathbourne. But then again, Sandra's dad is a farmer, so what difference does it make?"Uh, my mom does some office work, and my dad is a painter." Is he famous too?" Sandra asked."No, he paints houses, not art." Oh, I see." Hey, we should ditch the bus tour tomorrow and go on our own tour," Emily said."Do you have a. I felt a set of arms wrap around my waist and I was picked up and carried into a stall.Once in the stall I was impaled by cock as I was sat down facing away from my mystery fucker. I couldn’t see Hope anymore , but I could hear the sound of feminine groaning and flesh slapping from the stalls on either side of me. I placed my feet on either side of the boys legs and started happily bouncing up and down on his cockA couple boys moved to the front of the stall and I could see them trying to feed. She is slowly wiping her breasts with a damp paper towel. As she wipes upward, her hand catches on the underside of her breast, sliding across her erect nipple, and then as her hand continues its upward motion, her breast falls free, jiggling softly. I can see her nipples standing proud, a combination of excitement and from the coolness of the air-conditioning. I'm standing in the kitchenette, observing all of this. Emily turns her head toward me and smiles. She wads up the paper towel and.